Scum Husband Became A Billionaire Genius

Wonderful Talent

The anticipation for the Miller family art exhibition at the prestigious Skyler Hotel had reached its peak.

As the lively discussion continued in the Miller family art exhibition at the Skyler Hotel, the mysterious man who was dressed in white, offering various critiques to the art he saw, gently approached Henry's unconventional artworks with a discerning eye..

The man, whose name was Mr. Thornton, stopped in front of one of Henry's pieces, studying it intently.

The colors, the textures, and the raw emotion captured in the strokes seemed to captivate him. Mr. Thornton couldn't help but be drawn to the unorthodox charm of Henry's creations.

Mr. Thornton, seemingly intrigued, turned to the gathered crowd and asked, "Whose artwork is this? It's truly remarkable."

Emily, seizing the opportunity, proudly pointed towards Henry, who stood humbly beside his collection.

Mr. Thornton, a connoisseur of art, approached Henry and extended a hand, "Young man, you possess a rare talent. Your work is quite extraordinary."

Henry, slightly taken aback but appreciative, shook Mr. Thornton's hand, "Thank you, sir. I'm glad you find it interesting."

Mr. Thornton continued to express his admiration, "These pieces are unlike anything I've seen before. There's a certain authenticity and passion in your work that's truly commendable. You have a gift."

As Mr. Thornton's praise resonated, a small crowd began to form around Henry's artworks. The spotlight shifted from familial banter to the intriguing display of Henry's unconventional talent.

Emily, a bit dissatisfied by the attractions of Henry's art , whispered to Henry, "Looks like your art is stealing the show."

Henry, still processing the unexpected turn of events, replied with a smile, "Well, who would've thought?"

The gathered onlookers, fueled by Mr. Thornton's praise, started sharing their thoughts on Henry's creations.

Some found the abstract nature thought-provoking, while others appreciated the emotional depth embedded in the brushstrokes.

Meanwhile, Vanessa, unable to bear the spotlight shifting away from her and Robert, felt a pang of jealousy.

She approached Henry's collection with a dismissive smirk, "Well, well, if it isn't the talk of the town. Abstract nonsense, really. Can someone tell me what this is supposed to represent?"

Henry, maintaining his composure, replied, "Art is subjective, Vanessa. It can be interpreted in various ways. I leave it to the viewers to find their own meaning."

Vanessa, determined to assert her superiority, scoffed, "Meaning? I'm afraid your work lacks any real substance. It's just a mishmash of colors and shapes."

Robert, eager to join in the criticism, added, "Exactly! I mean, what's the point of art if it doesn't make a clear statement? Your paintings are like a puzzle missing pieces."

Henry, refusing to be ruffled, retorted with a grin, "Well, Robert, sometimes life itself is a puzzle with missing pieces. Maybe my art is a reflection of the beautiful chaos that surrounds us."

As the crowd chuckled at Henry's witty response, Mr. Thornton, who had been silently observing the exchange, interjected, "Ah, but isn't the beauty of art in its ability to provoke thought and stir emotions? Your work, Mr. Miller, achieves just that."

This subtle endorsement from Mr. Thornton silenced Vanessa and Robert momentarily. The gathered crowd, appreciating the nuanced defense of Henry's art, began to murmur in agreement.

Not one to be outdone, Vanessa, feeling the sting of defeat, attempted to salvage her pride,

"Well, if this is what passes for art these days, it's no wonder the world is losing its taste. I've seen more meaningful expressions in a toddler's finger painting."

Henry, embracing the challenge with a hint of mischief, replied, "

Ah, but Vanessa, a toddler's finger painting has an untamed spirit and unfiltered authenticity. Maybe there's a lesson to be learned from the simplicity of youth."

The gathered crowd, now thoroughly entertained by the verbal sparring, erupted in laughter. Vanessa, realizing that her attempt to belittle Henry had backfired, shot an indignant glare at her husband, silently blaming him for joining in the failed critique.

Mr. Thornton, seizing the opportunity to mediate the situation, remarked with a smile,

"Art is a diverse thing. Each piece, no matter how unconventional, contributes to the rich cultural mosaic. Let's appreciate the variety of expressions on display today."

As Mr. Thornton diplomatically diffuse the tension, the crowd nodded in agreement. Vanessa and Robert, realizing that their attempts to undermine Henry's art had fallen flat, discreetly retreated, nursing their wounded egos.

Henry, basking in the unexpected triumph, thanked Mr. Thornton, "I appreciate your support, sir. It means a lot."

Mr. Thornton, still admiring Henry's artwork, replied, "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Miller. Your talent deserves recognition, and I'm certain this won't be the last we hear of you."

"I know this art deserves more recognition. I might consider putting it up as one of the art eligible to be kept in the nation's museum. How about that, Henry? Mr Thornton asked.

Henry was speechless for a moment. The mere thought of having his art placed in the nation's museum to be seen by everyone was something he'd never expected.

"Of course Mr Thornton. I'll be delighted if my art is considered as one out of the numerous arts across the nation to grace the nation's museum," Henry thanked him.

"I'll give you a call later," Mr Thornton said and they both exchanged contacts.

While Mr Thornton left, Vanessa who stood close to them eavesdropping gave a sinister smile.

"I won't be alive to see his art make its way to the nation's museum. I, Vanessa Miller, will rather die than watch that scumbag collect the honors I deserve," she said quietly to herself before leaving.

As the crowd dispersed, surprised and happy at how her husband managed to gather a few praises, Emily approached her husband with a proud smile,

"Looks like you've won over the critics, dear. I just wish you'll continue to put up this behavior but I know you won't because you'll always bring shame to me and everyone in this family wherever you go"

Henry, pained by his wife's subtle insult, smiled and still maintained a good face.

"Who knew my chaotic brilliance would steal the show?" Henry said, trying to sound as if he was not bothered at what his wife had said earlier.

Emily laughed, "Well, I always knew there was something special about your art. I just wish you had more useful talents and great achievements just like the rest of us in this family rather than being a pathetic painter."